Hearing her say this, Yan Jiuming was silent for a while.
I mentioned it first: "It just so happens that I am busy with political affairs these days, and I don't have much time to accompany you, if you want to go home to your mother to keep filial piety, you can go back!"
” It seems that she has not been back since she entered the palace, Yan Jiuming's heart softened, and she didn't want her to be locked in the harem like Qin Xuanji before.
Maybe he would know how to do it all over again.
It's a pity that there is no longer this opportunity, and now I want to make up for the debts I owed to Qin Xuanji before.
But he always knew that Qin Xuanji owed him more!
When Chongmen Huan heard him say this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up and gave Yan Jiu a dignified kneeling salute: "Thank you, concubine, Your Majesty!"
” It's not that she didn't find that the current Yan Jiuming is much warmer than the man who was obsessed with power before, but there is a trace of alienation in this warmth.
In the end, it's just pity, and there is no emotion.
But she didn't care, since she had achieved her goal, she had put down a stone in her heart, and she was a little worried that Yan Jiuming would not let her out of the palace.
It should be the matter of Northern Xinjiang, which makes him worry in his heart, and he has no time to take care of her too much.
Looking at the woman kneeling on the main hall, her eyebrows were gentle and pure, and the joy in her eyes was so natural and soft, it was really the same as Qin Xuanji many years ago!
Time is really a cruel thing, no matter how much beauty can be carried, and then countless potholes are left, those ugly and unbearable, all piled up in the traces of time.
You can't get rid of it, you can't forget it.
People always like this, good things can be forgotten in a blink of an eye, but some bad things can be remembered for a lifetime, people are animals who hold grudges.
Yan Jiuming came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "Get up, why do you need to be so polite?"
” When Chongmen Huan stood up, he rubbed his brows and said, "Now that you have your wish, let's play another song for me." ” He suddenly became so interested in listening to music.
"What tune does the emperor want to hear?"
She sat down at the table, put her hands on the strings, and asked him habitually.
The man with a cold face and deep eyebrows on the high seat thought for a moment, and only after half a sound did he slowly say a few words: "White-headed groan!"
” Hearing the title of this song, Chongmen Huan paused with both hands.
This slight pause made Yan Jiuming look away, and the man asked lightly, "What's wrong?"
” "It's nothing, it's just that Baitou Yin is too sad, I'm afraid that the emperor won't like it!"
She lowered her eyebrows, and countless past events rolled in her heart, among those past events, it was her as a teenager and Yan Jiuming who was in deep love at the beginning.
This man has heard her play the white-headed chant countless times, and always clings to her hand and says, I only wish to have a white-headed song, and I will live up to my wishes and grow old hand in hand.
Yan Jiuming didn't give her this promise to grow old after all, he gave her a sea of blood, and from then on, his life to old age had nothing to do with her!
Yan Jiuming looked at the long hall, his eyes were a little fluttering, and his voice was also ethereal: "I haven't heard it for a long time, and I suddenly want to listen to it!"
” Since she left, no one has played him again.
Even if someone is willing to play it for him, he doesn't want to listen to it, and if someone else plays it, there is no longer the taste of her popping up, and most of them are sad.